Yet Another Dystopian Dream

Date: 12/12/2024

By BlueDreamer

Everything had pretty much gone to shit. I lived in the same apartment i do now, only they were trying to remodel the outside to look more appealing. In the dream, I woke in my bed to two construction guys sitting on my couch smoking our weed . I let them out of fear retaliation. We could select from swatches of plants and woven wood for our fences. I didn't care about any of this. I left the apartment to go downtown, which was a disgusting mess of people vomiting, drinking, doing drugs, vandalizing, and fucking. I just wanted to make it to a bar, to find people I knew. I passed over dead bodies, small fires, and had to walk along the docks of an overly polluted lake. I ran into my manager at one of the bars, he was quite drunk, but I stuck near him anyway. I was depressed and got the idea to seduce him, just for a reprieve from everything. (At the time my husband had mostly disappeared, having left me to do god knows what. ) However, I lost him in a crowd and found myself outside again, only now it was night. At this point, my life changed in the dream, and I was no longer married living in a shitty, albeit safe apartment away from the worst of things. Instead I lived in a hidden room between two buildings, the entrance was hidden by rusted metal sheets and torn blue tarps. I shimmied my way through a narrow gap into the room. The ceiling was low and the light was dim. There was a single light overhead, and a few candles lit here and there. I had a child, a baby girl, that my mother (though not my mother in real life) was caring for. I felt obligation but no love for the child. Some "friends" came to visit, and father and son. The son was close to my age, maybe a few years younger, and the father was in his late forties, early fifties, with a shaved head and salt and pepper stubble. He was handsome, and his smile was infectious. My mother was overjoyed to see them, and the man matched her excitement. They were old friends. The son offered to do some repairs, while the father introduced his new girlfriend, a beautiful, scowling blond who's smile was unnerving at best. When the man went to give me a hug, an innocent gesture at first, we sort of paused in the embrace, our cheeks pressed together, and I could hear his breathing quicken. Mine did too. The contact was loving, safe, erotic, and while it was clear to both of us that we wanted to kiss, we were not alone. We reluctantly pulled away, but decided to walk together. It was day again, bright and beautiful, despite the sorry state of the city. We came across a child lying the grass, his face was covered in a green slime. Panicking, as I knew what it was, I moved to pry the gunk off of him, but the man stopped me, wrapping his arms around my waist and desperately trying to remind me that if I touched it, I'd have the same fate. The gunk was pulsing, slithering into his mouth, nose, ears, eyes, and eventually it would consume his brain, making the child into essentially a degenerate monster, driven only by the most basic of animal instincts. A gang of humans who had undergone this change already arrived to collect him. I sobbed into the man's chest and he just held me as they took the boy's limp body away. It was then I woke.